“Daimhin Web?” Kip asked. There was an odd buzzing low in his ears at the name. “Young man. Scary. Way over on the other side of Green Haven last I heard, though. In the old tongue, they call him Sealgaire na Scian.” “He Who Hunts with Knives?” Tisis asked. Conn Arthur said, “I know it doesn’t sound very imposing, but—” But it hit Kip between the eyes.
